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31 Dec 13 - 09:27 AM (#3587808) Subject: Lyr Add: Arrest of Parnell From: Richard Mellish I was going to make this "Lyr Req:" but on second thoughts "Lyr Add:" seems better, as I do have MOST of them. In the course of digitising and indexing some of my old quarter-inch tapes, I have been reminded of one song that I learnt, and have sung out, despite one line on the recording being drowned by laughter from the audience, and a suspicion that there might be another verse or two. This particular recording is a copy of one made by Edgar Ashton (now long deceased) at "Folksoc": Edinburgh University Folk Song Society. The singer was Hamish Henderson. Although I barely knew Hamish myself, I did meet him a few times, so I could and should have asked him about the missing line, but I never did. Here's what I have. For my own singing I have tweaked a few words but this is as sung by Hamish. Oh come all you noble patriots, that Ireland's woes deplore. And I'll sing ye of a terrible song that ne'er was heard before. Of all the British infamies, they (?) ne'er will be heard again, How they threw the cream of Erin's Isle in dark Kilmainham Jail. Oh it was the tyrant Gladstone, and he said unto himself, "I never will rest easy till Parnell is on the shelf, So I'll write the warrant out, me boys, and send it through the mail, For to lock the pride of Erin's Isle in dark Kilmainham Jail." So Buckshot (?) wrote the warrant out, and he buttoned up his coat, And he caught the morning train from town, to catch the Kingstown boat. The night was blowing wild, me boys, and he was feeling quare, When ould Malin and his polis came to meet him at the pier. Then soundly slept the patriot, for he was killed with work, Haranguing of the multitudes in Limerick and Cork, When Malin and his polis came and rang the front door bell Disturbing of his slumbers in brave Morrison's hotel. Then up and spake brave Morrison, "Get up, me boy, and run! And bright in history's page shall shine the fame of Morrison. For Malin and his polis are all standin' out before, But I'll get up and let youse out right through the kitchen door." Now sternly flashed the patriot's eye as he proudly answered "No! 'Twill never be said C.S.Parnell turned back before the foe. 'Twill never be said he ever flinched. And, furthermore," said he, "Ould Malin has locked the kitchen door [words drowned by laughter*]" So they came inside and bound him then, those minions of the Law. 'Twas Pat the Boots that saw it and he told me what he saw. And divil a bit the patriot would stir one foot until He had got his twenty-five percent reduction off the bill. * The missing words can be filled in by something like "and thrown away the key" or "and I haven't another key", but I'd like to know what they really were. |
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31 Dec 13 - 10:53 AM (#3587831) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Arrest of Parnell From: GUEST Before this wrong all other wrongs of Ireland do grow pale, For they've clapped the pride of Erin's Isle into could Kilmainham Jail. It was the tyrant Gladstone, and he said unto himself 'I niver will be aisy till Parnell is on the shelf. 'So make the warrant out in haste and take it by the mail, 'and we'll clap the pride of Erin's Isle into could Kilmainham Jail.' So Buchshot [Foster, the Chief Secretary] took the warrant and buttoned up his coat And tuk the train to Holyhead to catch the Kingstown boat. found that at http://www.iisresource.org/Documents/0A5_06_Gladstone_Ireland.pdf |
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31 Dec 13 - 11:03 AM (#3587833) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Arrest of Parnell From: GUEST The Arrest (1881) appears about 3/4 ways down the page at http://archive.org/stream/lyrafrivola00godliala/lyrafrivola00godliala_djvu.txt |
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31 Dec 13 - 11:10 AM (#3587836) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Arrest of Parnell From: GUEST It seems evident that one set of lyrics has influenced the other. Sorry I can't be of more help. |
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31 Dec 13 - 01:07 PM (#3587886) Subject: Lyr Add: THE PRIDE OF ERIN'S ISLE From: Jim Dixon I found these lyrics at http://songbook1.tripod.com/PrideofErinsIsle.html. The website is called Songs Collected by Donagh MacDonagh. THE PRIDE OF ERIN'S ISLE Come all true hearted patriots who Ireland's wrongs deplore, I'll tell ye of the cruelest wrong that ever was done before, Before this wrong all other wrongs of Ireland do grow pale, For they've locked the pride of Erin's Isle in dark Kilmainham Jail. It was the tyrant Gladstone and he said unto himself: "I will never be easy until Parnell is on the shelf, Make haste and get the warrant out and take it by the mail, For we'll lock the pride of Erin's Isle in dark Kilmainham Jail." So Buckshot made the warrant out and buttoned up his coat, He took the train at London Town to catch the Kingstown boat, The weather it was rather rough and he was feeling queer When Mallin and the polis came to meet him at the pier. But calmly slept the patriot bold, for he was kilt with work Haranguing of the multitudes in Limerick and Cork, When Mallin and the polis came and rang the front door bell Disturbing of his slumbers in bold Morrison's Hotel. Then up and spoke bold Morrison, "Get up your soul and run, And bright shall shine in history's page the name of Morrison, There's Mallin waiting at the door with fifty men and more, Get up, your soul, put on your shirt, out by the kitchen door!" But proudly flashed the patriot's eye as he sternly answered, "No! 'Twill ne'er be said that Parnell turned his back upon the foe. Parnell abú for liberty, 'tis all the same" said he, "For Mallin has locked the kitchen door and taken away the key!" |
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31 Dec 13 - 01:58 PM (#3587896) Subject: Lyr Add: THE ARREST (A. D. Godley) From: Jim Dixon Thanks to the guest above who provided the URL to archive.org. I would bet this is the original and the other versions found above are derived from it—although I suppose it's possible that the poem below is a parody of something. From Lyra Frivola by A. D. Godley (London: Methuen & Co., 1899), page 68: THE ARREST (1881) Come hither, Terence Mulligan, and sit upon the floor, And list a tale of woe that's worse than all you heard before: Of all the wrongs the Saxon's done since Erin's shores he trod The blackest harm he's wrought us now—sure Doolan's put in quod! It was the Saxon minister, he said unto himself, I'll never have a moment's peace till Doolan's on the shelf— So bid them make a warrant out and send it by the mail, To put that daring patriot in dark Kilmainham gaol. The minions of authority, that document they wrote, And Mr Buckshot took the thing upon the Dublin boat: Och! sorra much he feared the waves, incessantly that roar, For deeper flows the sea of blood he shed on Ireland's shore! But the hero slept unconscious still—'tis kilt he was with work, Haranguing of the multitudes in Waterford and Cork,— Till Buckshot and the polis came and rang the front door bell Disturbing of his slumbers sweet in Morrison's Hotel. Then out and spake brave Morrison—"Get up, yer sowl, and run!" (O bright shall shine on History's page the name of Morrison!) "To see the light of Erin quenched I never could endure: Slip on your boots—I'll let yez out upon the kitchen doore!" But proudly flashed the patriot's eye and he sternly answered—"No! I'll never turn a craven back upon my country's foe: Doolan aboo, for Liberty! . . . and anyhow" (says he) "The Government's locked the kitchen-door and taken away the key." They seized him and they fettered him, those minions of the Law, ('Twas Pat the Boots was looking on, and told me what he saw)— But sorra step that Uncrowned King would leave the place, until A ten per cent reduction he had got upon his bill. Had I been there with odds to aid—say twenty men to one— It stirs my heart to think upon the deeds I might have done! I wouldn't then be telling you the melancholy tale How Ireland's pride imprisoned lies in dark Kilmainham gaol. Yet weep not, Erin, for thy son! 'tis he that's doing well, For Ireland's thousands feed him there within his dungeon cell,— And if by chance he eats too much and his health begins to fail, The Government then will let him out from black Kilmainham gaol! |
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31 Dec 13 - 05:51 PM (#3587944) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Arrest of Parnell From: GUEST Hi, Jim. Happy New Year btw. Something else I tripped across spelled the Buckshot name as Buchshot, although there were many typos in it and that may have been one of 'em.. I agree that likely that the 'Lyla Frivola' version is the original. |
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31 Dec 13 - 06:54 PM (#3587963) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Arrest of Parnell From: Richard Mellish Many thanks for those versions. The 'Cat and its denizens deliver the goods yet again. Where the Lyra Frivola version differs, it tends to the more flowery language, which does indicate that it is probably the original. But now it presents me with the need for a decision: which if any of its words to incorporate in my version. I think the "reduction off the bill" line makes a more effective ending than the additional two verses of the Lyra Frivola version, so I don't think I'll bother with those, but I might borrow a few words in the earlier verses. Richard |
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31 Dec 13 - 07:13 PM (#3587965) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Arrest of Parnell From: GUEST Happy New Year to you, Richard. |
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03 Jan 14 - 12:19 PM (#3588699) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Arrest of Parnell From: Dennis the Elder This song intrigues me Richard. My knowledge of Irish matters especially where it combines with English ones is not good and your post has prompted me to learn more. I have tried to find a recording of the song, as I fancy trying to sing it. As I do not read music the only way I can learn is to listen to someone else singing. Have you recorded it or do you know of anyone who has recorded it? Please could you assist me in this quest. |
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03 Jan 14 - 12:34 PM (#3588707) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Arrest of Parnell From: McGrath of Harlow The more significant difference surely is that it's got Doolan rather than Parnell. Who"s Doolan? |
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04 Jan 14 - 07:46 AM (#3588962) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Arrest of Parnell From: Dennis the Elder Thanks Richard. Whilst trying to find out who wrote this song a came across the following "Sequel" Does anyone know who actually wrote the Arrest of Parnell? Release of C. S. PARNELL The chain is broken again, he's free, our hope and Ireland's pride, The hills re-echo far and near, and across the Atlantic wide ; Around the coast the cry re sounds, our Black Bird he is free. Back again to Avondale to fight for liberty. CHORUS — Then gather to sweet Avondale, to welcome from his cell, The chosen leader of our race, Charles Stewart Parnell. In Kilmainham he was held down on suspicion of a crime, The warders key was in his door to answer tick and time, Six weary months he spent in jail, but now we are glad to say After skilly, water, and tyranny, he's with honour crowned to-day. Parnell, O'Kelly, and Dillon they have fought our many cause, Despite the threats of tyrants, and their mean Coercion laws, Back again to Parliament the Cloture to defeat, No gagging for true Irishmen, though chained down hand and feet. Through the hills of Wicklow I hear the Night-ingale, Singing round the happy home of famous Avon-dale, Awake you Sons of Erin's Isle, who is gallant, true and bold, To follow with your chosen chief, to fight the cause of old. When foreigners and invaders our rights did all dispise, To the front a hero came our cause to patronise, Go search the world o'er and o'er there's none has fought so well, To right the cause of Ireland as O'Connell and Parnell Out of interest there are songs on youtube concerning the "Blackbird of Avondale" CS Parnell. |